I really care about wind. A lot of people do actually, but more because of its practical implications. They are sailors, engineers, farmers… but we, average people, don’t truly think about the wind as often as we should.
It caresses our skin, makes the leaves dance in the parking lot when you’re the last one in the office, gets sand from a distant tropical beach and makes it travel miles and miles until it falls to the bottom of the ocean. Wind can bring that warm and magical electricity ten minutes before it starts to pore rain and fill your lungs with life and hope. Wind made Portugal and Spain become empires and great cities burn faster as it spread through its invaded streets.
I’m not sure when this fascination with wind started, maybe it’s this story they told us in school: There’s a city up Northern Brazil that’s windy 24/7. Wind simply doesn’t stop, doesn’t change its speed or even direction and the teachers would tell us it made the people there go crazy, because of its eternal presence. When you go to school, or on a date, or simply to buy bread, you feel wind. When you’re in your house, in a bar or inside a car, you hear it. There’s no running from it. Like everything beautiful, it can also be destructive. That day I became fascinated with how powerful and present wind is.